Extra Lessons 
by Near-Fatal Neville
Richard and his friends are surprised by three sixteen/seventeen-year olds.

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   "Did you see the way that last ball swerved in? Completely took
away your middle stump!" Richard and his friends Adrian and Charles
had been using the excellent cricket practice facilities at a local
college after 6 pm. Around 19, the young men had all gained 'A'
levels and were taking time out before university. In the last
years of school and college (and still, in the eyes of their peers)
the three had been top notch at soccer, cricket and rugby. Showered
and fresh, they were now making their way out of the sports
building, dressed fashionably in short-sleeved shirts, jeans and
trainers.
   Movement caught their attention as they passed the open door of
the large, well equipped gymnasium. A tallish, dark-haired girl,
whom Richard thought he recognised, was practicing on a trampoline,
springing very high and performing impressive twists and
somersaults; but his attention was also attracted by two slightly
smaller girls, one fair-haired, one darker, who appeared to be
wrestling on a mat -- "appeared to be", because their struggles did
not come close to the professional grapplers the guys had seen on
television, even the women (though the boys' glimpses of TV wrestling
were now fleeting, since they had left such shenanigans in favour
of "purer" sports.) These two girls showed none of the posturing,
speed and aerial technique of the pro's. Instead, they were locked
in an equal struggle with little movement, and each had a pair of
legs clamped around the other's head.
   Richard immediately recognised the fairer girl as the younger
sister of another friend, Ted: "Whoah, Marie!" he taunted. "Have you
two had an argument?" Rich was five feet ten, but appeared taller.
His thick crop of light-brown hair was cut in a modern style.
   Marie looked up and instantly recognised the boys, releasing her
hold and rolling clear. Rich knew that she had admired him since she
was 12 or 13, when Ted had first brought Rich to their house;
although, to be frank, he had never been quite sure of Marie's exact
age. He also recognised the brunette as her friend, Ruth. The pair
got to their feet and made their way across the floor towards the
young men, who moved through the doorway into the gym. Both girls
were wearing white tops, socks and trainers with navy blue netball
skirts and cardigans fastened with one button, a style which had
somehow become fashionable. Rich had always liked this combination on
the older girls at his former school.
   "Per-lease, don't stop scrapping for us," chided Charlie. "We were
having a laugh."
   "D'you girls use the sports facilities here, like us?" Richard
asked Marie.
   The two girls looked at each other: "We're at college here,"
corrected Marie, "Studying sports science."
   "Already? I thought you were still in Year 10 at the other school."
   "That's partly because you haven't seen me in eighteen months,"
Marie pointed out. "You stopped coming round, didn't you?"
   "Awwww," chorused Ade and Charlie in mock pity. Rich had never
imagined himself ever fancying Marie. As a young teenager, her eyes
had been too wide, her legs too stumpy, her hair too "girlie". Now,
though, he noticed that the pale blue eyes and light brown hair,
falling in waves to the base of her neck, had somehow dropped into
place with her other features. It was the same with Ruth, whose
eyes were hazel and whose hair, nearly black, was in the same
style as Marie's. Both were now attractive, and their attire made
the most of their toned limbs. He made a mental note to talk to Ruth
another time.
   "We've finished our netball practice and were improving our
wrestling holds," offered Ruth.
   "Is that something you girls are into, then?" ribbed Adrian,
slightly taller than his friends, with blue eyes and a mop of dark
hair in the same style as Richard's. "Not much going on, was there?"
   "That's because we are evenly matched, claimed Marie.
   "This is amateur, competitive wrestling," Ruth pointed out. "Our
games teacher introduced it to us as another way of keeping fit -
like 'boxercise'."
   "Looking to turn professional, are you?" Charlie kept up the
barracking. He was shorter than the other two, and stocky. His black
hair was cropped fairly short, and he had dark eyebrows which would
knit when he was angry. While Rich and Ade had been the object of the
younger girls' affections, Charles had fewer admirers.
   "This is harder than the show-biz rubbish you see on telly,"
insisted Marie.
   "Done properly, television wrestling could look as static as ours
did, but they know that nobody would watch it. That's why they bounce
and leap all over the ring," explained Ruth to the sceptical trio.
    "Two or three of the girls are into it, agreed Marie. "We could
match the boys, except that they won't face us for fear of being
shown up."
   The lads snorted in unison. "Get real," laughed Chas. "By the time
we get to 16 or 17, boys are stronger than girls!"
   "Probably," agreed Ruth, "but it's how you use your strength that
matters. I say we have more skill."
   "Tell you what," said Marie, "we'll prove it. Why don't we take
you three lads on?"
   Richard laughed aloud. "Which one of us do the two of you want to
roll around with?"
   Marie remained cool. "I meant three on three." She called to the
other dark-haired girl, who had finished her trampoline practice and
was now sitting on the edge of the frame, pulling on trainers over
her white socks.
   "That's Kristine," said Marie, "she's brilliant; and she wrestles,
too." The third girl walked across. Eastern European in looks, Kris
was larger than her friends, almost as big as the boys, and Rich had
always considered her rather bovine. As with Marie and Ruth, though,
he could see that everything was now in the right place. A dark
leotard and tights made the most of her magnificent limbs, toned by
sports exercise. She had piled up her very long, dark hair and pinned
it on top, lending a sophisticated edge to her attractive, round
face and dark eyes. Marie talked to Kris quietly. In a "square go",
she would have looked the most formidable of the three girls; but
the boys remained aloof in their confidence.
   "I'm in," said Kris aloud. "They don't look very hard; and he's
put on weight." She prodded Charlie's stomach.
   "Leave it out," retorted Chas. "I'm stocky, that's all."
   "Okay," said Marie. "Now the numbers are fair. "
   "Look, Marie, give it up." Rich was patronising, an air he had
perfected with his friend's sister over the years. He remembered
how, in play wrestling, Ted had been able to fold his sister
double, with ease. "There's no way we boys would risk hurting young
girls by wrenching a submission out of them."
   Marie's response was instant and measured. "Okay - pinfalls
only. Tag team wrestling, best of three falls. You may find that
we're not so young, any more."
   The lads remained cynical, looking from one to another, grinning
and shaking their heads.
   "If you insist, then," rapped Marie. "To even it up, we girls can
double-team whenever we want to. Until the fight develops, that is."
She and Marie then removed their skirts, with a natural air which
took Richard by surprise. Both were in blue athletics briefs which
matched their other kit, and which they had clearly grown into and
filled out over the years. Both had good legs.
   Marie strode to the centre of the mat and waited, one hand on
her hip, and said "Let's get started," in a business-like manner.
Rich was beginning to tire of Marie's impudence and to warm to
the idea of teaching her a lesson; but he remained reticent about
manhandling his long-time admirer and assumed captaincy of the small
team by sending Ade in to face her.
   "I'm showered and changed," grumbled the tallest boy, picking his
way on to the mat. He struck a mock wrestling pose, continuing to
make fun.
   None of the boys was ready for what happened next. Marie sprang
forward and pushed Ade hard, toppling him backwards over the bunched
form of Ruth, who had crouched down behind him. This was a playground
trick which the boys might have used themselves, when younger.
   "Hey - that's cheating!" complained Charlie.
   "The rules say we can double-team," said Kris in a matter-of-fact
tone. "None of you objected." Like lightning, Marie had sprung over
her friend's gathered frame and continued Ade's momentum, folding
him over, pinning one shoulder with her knee and another with her
hand. Adrian looked comical and undignified, his backside towards
the ceiling and his long legs doubled beneath the girl's body.
   Ruth dived flat and began a three-count. A younger girl might
have reeled this off quickly in an attempt to grab a fall, but
Ruth's counting was deliberate, possibly slower than usual. At
around two and three quarters, Ade managed to twist himself free.
It had all happened too quickly for the boys, who had been caught
off-guard; and Rich suspected what Marie, Ruth and Ade all knew
- that Marie had allowed Adrian to escape.
   Exasperation and embarrassment were betrayed in Ade's reddened
face as he sprang to his feet. "That was a cheap shot!" He tried
to rush the girl, who was about eight inches shorter. "Okay, if
you want to play rough," he growled. Marie simply turned into the
force of the boy's charge and hip-tossed him to land squarely on
his butt.
   "Oh, yes," affirmed Richard. "I remember now. You took a few judo
lessons."
   "We all do MA," warned Ruth, as Marie seized Ade's arm and threw
him a second time, this time over her shoulder. "You boys should have
kept up."
   "I've done karate," blurted Chas. The boys were getting nervous.
   "No you haven't," Kris cut in. "You went to the lessons once or
twice and found it too much like hard work. Ade left with you. Some
of us are still going."
   As Ade hit the mat for a third time, Rich felt a slight inward
shudder at the thought of the girls having karate in their armoury,
but this was dispelled by Kristine: "Luckily for you three, our
instructor is from the old school. We have to pledge not to use
karate outside the sport unless truly required, in self defence."
   Marie tagged in Ruth, who herself hip-tossed Ade with sustained
skill. The boys were non-plussed: the girls seemed at least as
fit as they were, and their skill and evident experience were
nullifying Ade's greater strength. Ade had had enough and brought
in Charles, who fared no better. Ruth took him to the mat and
instantly snapped on a headlock, her thighs compressing the lad's
neck muscles. "So that you understand," she added, "this is one
of the key moves in competitive submission wrestling." Red-faced
and in pain, Chas rolled around and tried all he could to escape
from the oppressive scissors, but to no avail.
   "All right - I give in," he wheezed.
   "Leave it out, Chas," called Ade. "We can't go behind, yet."
   "You nearly did, Adrian" Marie reminded him.
   "We're not competing for submissions, remember?" said Ruth from
the mat. "Otherwise I'd really pile it on."
   She left Charles to recover and tagged in Marie. Although they
had not taken the submission into account, all six understood that
the girls were one fall up, morally. Richard was still in two minds
about facing Ted's sister, and all three men were now reluctant
to continue as individuals.
   "Okay, girls, 'Jackie Pallo', " called Marie. Rich assumed that
this must be some form of code. Pallo was a name that he knew vaguely
as that of an older British wrestler who had quit the game more or
less before the girls were born. Ruth and Kris, who happened to be
standing either side of Ade, went into action, taking an arm each
and twisting it behind him to walk him back on to the mat, where
Marie sprang into position. One of Jackie Pallo's submission moves
had entailed sitting on the victim's back and pulling his arms
upwards, a feat which could not ordinarily be achieved without the
compliance of both men; but the girls had forced Ade to bend forward
and were about to apply this move to good effect. This must have
been a technique which someone had taught them. Marie sat at the
top of the lad's back, facing away from his head. The soft fabric
of her shorts at the nape of his neck was the only pleasant
sensation. Kris and Ruth twisted Ade's arms upwards so that Marie
could hold a wrist in each hand. Almost instantly, Ade blurted a
further submission.
   "See - it's all right for you to give in," whinged Chas.
   "No submissions," admonished Marie. "We agreed." Ade began to
strain to draw himself upright, but the other two girls were ready
and merely seized an ankle each, pitching Ade forward. Marie released
the hold, mercifully limiting possible damage, and landed lightly on
her feet. "Okay girls -- let him surf!" she cried, and leapt upright
to tag Ruth.
   Adrian was furious, but was kept in place, still face down
as Marie and Kris took an arm each. Ruth placed one foot on the back
of each of Ade's knees, locked his feet inwards behind her own knees
and gripped Ade's wrists, offered by her team mates, who then
combined to rock him backwards. Ruth dropped on to her back and Ade
was now arched and facing the ceiling, supported by the younger girl
in a perfect flying surfboard. Marie and Kris withdrew. Again, the
girls had combined to apply a hold which would normally be difficult
to do in real terms. Who had shown them this stuff?
   Helpless and hurting, the victim again pleaded his submission.
   "We're not counting submissions," said Kris. "Wipe him out, Ruth!"
With that, Ruth released her captive's wrists and he sprang forward
on to his knees, again pitching on to his face with the follow-
through. He was quickly up again, and seething. "I'll show you
double-teaming. Help me, guys!" Chas rushed to assist Ade, intending
to repay the same hold on Ruth.
   Richard could not bring himself to join in the bullying. He was
bemused, and also puzzled by the attitude of the other two girls, who
did not move to help their friend but stood by complacently, arms
folded, one knee forward, watching the action. Ade did not put on
the intended surfboard correctly which made Ruth's next ploy all the
easier. With his shoulders to the mat, Ade was surprised to see her
back continuing to move through an arc, so that her own shoulders
touched the mat behind his head. In one flash, she freed her legs
and reversed the initiative, trapping Ade's legs and bridging, using
her head to good effect so that her shoulders were off the mat and
his wrists were pinned.
   "One of the key rules of wrestling," advised Marie. "If you use a
hold, you must know how to counter it."
   Ade's arms were along the mat, so that his shoulders touched. He
was trapped, with Ruth's blue pants clenched above his face in an
otherwise provocative manner. The boys' hearts sank as Kris reeled
off a lazy three count. The boys had fallen behind, and the girls
hardly appeared to have broken sweat.
   "That ain't fair. You ganged up on us." Charlie's outburst sounded
childish, even to himself.
   "I thought that was you boys' idea." Ruth stood up and
straightened her top.
   "You're right, it wasn't fair," agreed Marie. "Let's go one-on-one
for the next fall. Kris and Richard haven't been in, yet."
   Ruth tagged in the bigger girl and Rich replaced Ade, but any
relief was short-lived. Kris proved as skilled as her friends, taking
Rich to the mat with a hip-toss and immediately snapping a
leg-scissors about his neck. After rolling her captive around for a
couple of minutes, she allowed him up to tag Charlie, who received
the same treatment.
   "It looks as though Kris can cope on her own," observed Marie.
"Let's get a drink." She and Ruth wandered casually off to a
refrigerated vending machine beside the wall. Richard was downcast as
he watched their backs. Their cocky attitude seemed justified. Each
of the girls seemed to be able to contain any of the lads.
   On the mat, Charles was writhing in discomfort. "I don't like you,
Charlie," said Kris flatly, adding pressure to his neck with her
considerable thighs.
   "Why not?" asked Rich, on his suffering pal's behalf.
   "Because I've watched him, over the years. You're a sore loser,
Charlie." Both "sore" and "loser" were apt words at present.
   Kris rolled clear - to give him time to recover, Chas thought; but
presently something firm, white and padded knocked his face, renewing
his awareness. "Put those on," Kristine commanded. Through a blur,
Charlie could see that the girl had found time to pull on a pair of
white boxing gloves, and had tossed a similar pair to him.
   "Boxing?" asked Ade, as Charlie struggled to his feet. "That's not
in our rules."
   "We said we'd take you on. We didn't specify any one sport," Kris
corrected him, catching Charlie on the side of the head with a left,
as he fiddled with one of his gloves. "I'm into kick-boxing, and I
need to brush up on my manual skills." She caught Chas again.
"Luckily for you, Chubby, my kicks don't need any practice." Her
right shot out and jolted back the head of her hapless opponent, who
certainly wasn't feeling lucky, and would normally have railed at
being called Chubby.
   "Give me a chance to get the b----- gloves on," complained the
hapless older boy, but another right numbed his lips. Kris pursued
her wretched victim around the mat, throwing lefts and rights almost
at will. Twice, Charlie stumbled and was allowed time to clamber
upright. Chas knew that he would normally have been able to compete,
but struggling with the glove affected his guard, which Kris was able
to punch around and between. Looking on, Rich had mixed feelings.
Though he was troubled and humiliated by his team's abysmal showing
against younger girls, he was excited by the sight of Kristine, her
trampoline outfit making the most of her excellent legs, giving his
team-mate a mauling. For some time, Rich had secretly felt that
Charlie needed taking down a peg.
   "I've watched you on the ruby field, Tubby boy." Kris punctuated
her jibes with stinging blows. "You're OK when your team's on top,
but always whining and blaming others when things don't go right."
Seemingly satisfied with this short workout, she sank a right into
Charlie's midriff, doubling him over, and used this advantage to
plant a final haymaker on the side of the offered face. Charles
went down, beaten but not out. His troublesome glove sailed through
the air. He had not even had time to put one on.
    With Charlie lying spent on his back, Kristine was easily able
to lift both of his legs, and began to turn him on to his front,
towards a Boston Crab. Now able to put up little resistance, Chas
was forced on to his stomach, his crimson face rubbing uncomfortably
against the fibre of the mat. She had tucked both of his feet under
one arm in a casual refinement of the classic position, emphasising
her control over her opponent. Her attractive backside rested on the
small of his back.
   "Please -- that's enough," Charlie croaked, scarcely able to get
the words out.
   "No submissions!" Kristine flashed an immaculate white grin and
increased the pressure.

   From a dusty store-room next to the gym, another pair of eyes
were interested in the action. Mr Coyle, the college caretaker, had
been working on a small hole in the wall, next to a wooden support
for the wall bars. For some weeks, this had been large enough for
the 45-year old to peer through, but was well enough hidden not to
be detected by anyone else. He enjoyed watching the pupils at
netball, but tonight's display was dynamite. He had never liked
Charles Pringle nor his cronies, who seemed arrogant simply because
they could hit a cricket ball. They were impertinent, and usually
ridiculed his painstaking attempts to lock up the building on time,
when he was merely trying to do his job. Yet here were the three of
them, being comprehensively turned over by his three favourite
girls!
   His adrenaline surged. Charles was now on his feet, but was being
ridden by the tallest of the girls, who had a waist scissors on from
behind. Her clenched fingers dug into the nerve points at the base
of his neck, effectively paralysing any attempt at escape. Of the
three, this big girl appeared to be the least sensitive about
administering pain to her opponents. With her dark attire, height
and serene hair style, what an excellent mistress she might develop
into; but he was interrupted by an electronic warble. His mobile
phone had gone off - damn and blast! Right at the most inconvenient
moment! The annoying sound seemed over-loud in his cramped hiding
place. He allowed it to end, though, then listened to the recorded
message.
   A stern female adult reprimanded him: "Coyle, my rounders
players need to get changed. Since you're obviously not doing much,
get along here with your spare keys." It was Miranda Vann, the
girls' games instructor. Curse her! She was always stirring things,
and had the college principal exactly where she wanted him. Coyle
would have to obey.

   When Marie and Ruth returned to the mat, Kris - who was waiting
for Chas to struggle upright again, decided to prolong the agony no
further. Seizing the boy's legs, she simply flopped forward,
doubling him over, with her knees holding his legs in place. In
this bent position, Charles could hardly breathe. Kris did not even
need to hold his arms. He was trapped and immobile during another
languorous and insulting three-count. A further fall: barely 17
years old, the bigger girl had annihilated the youths on her own.
   "Okay, that's two straight falls," said Ruth. "Time for the
showers, I think."
   "Best of five," spat Charles in an automatic defensive reaction.
   "Steady on, Chas," warned Ade. "Do you mean us to keep getting
pinned all night?"
   "Screw you," retorted his beleaguered team-mate. "Ruth stuffed
you, as well."
   "It's true that we've been beaten fairly within the rules..."
interjected Richard.
   "Well within," advised Ruth.
   "...But I've not faced Marie, yet. That may even things up." The
irony of Rich's optimism was not lost on the rest.
   Six inches shorter than Rich, Marie met his gaze, impassive.
"I'm also looking forward to that one," she grinned, "but, this
time, why not make this more interesting? One of us has to pin
one of you for a count of ten. This fall can count double; so, if
you can manage it, the match will be all square."
   "We don't need your charity," snapped Richard. "How dare you
suggest that you can pin one of us for that long?"
   "We could have before," murmured Kris.
   The mood was broken by Adrian, who turned on his heel. "Judging
by the pounding we've taken, I think they can." He made for the
double doors which led from the gym. "I'm outta here." But he
could only rattle at the handles of both doors, which someone had
recently locked securely shut.
   A set of keys flashed under the lights, tossed casually by Marie.
"I look after the keys on Wednesdays," she teased. "I locked the
doors when Ruth and I went to the machine. An evening class is due,
and I wouldn't want to show Richard up in front of them." She
slipped the keys into an inside pocket, patting the front of her
briefs assuringly.
   "I want to leave. Give those back!" growled Adrian, striding
towards Marie; but his impetus was halted by the sole of Kristine's
trainer, as she executed a text-book mule kick. Ade fell and lay
still.
   The girls began to plan the final session, and Rich wondered what
they might have in store. Marie appraised the state of Chas and Ade.
Rich was comparatively unmarked. "Looks like it's up to you and me,
Richard."
   For Kris and Chas to tag in Marie and Rich was a formality --
as were Richard's attempts to compete. His contest with Marie
merely followed the pattern set by the earlier falls. Put simply,
Marie knew judo and wrestling, and he didn't. He was soon exhausted,
without having done anything except travel through the air, land
badly, without getting his feet down properly, and struggle upright.
   "I don't understand," complained Rich. "Ted used to handle you
easily."
   "My brother knows MA as well," countered his tormentor. "Perhaps
you should have followed suit."
   She continued to dictate the contest, allowing her supremacy to
sink in before signalling the final pay-off: "All right, girls.
Let's end it."
   Marie and Kris combined to invert Charles and slam him to the
mat. Ruth simply knelt on his upper arms, pinning him to the mat,
facing away from his head and and planting the seat of her pants
firmly on his lower face. Kris lifted Chas's spent legs and Ruth
tucked a calf under each of her armpits, folding the defeated
sportsman and trapping him.
   Adrian was still lying on the mat after Kris's mule kick. It
was straightforward for the trampoline expert to manoeuvre his
spent form, locking him up in an identical predicament to
Charlie's. Kris had now unpinned her dark hair, which hung all
the way down her back and brushed against Ade's face. Either
one of the lads could have been counted out at this point, which
would have secured a total whitewash by the younger team.

   As Coyle allowed two more sets of pupils into the gym, most were
puzzled by what was already taking place in the arena. "Why are
Richard Cooke and his mates playing with Ted Edridge's sister?"
asked one of the boys in Mr Duggall's group for circuit training.
This age group had long looked up to Richard, Adrian and Charles as
sports icons in the upper years of school and college.
   "They're wrestling," informed Ms Vann, who was waiting for
her younger pupils to use the gym. "And it looks like my girls are
on top."
   "What's all that about, then?" asked Tom Duggall, a journeyman
games master, wondering what unorthodox techniques Miranda may
have instilled in her proteges.
   "If girls come to me, they'll learn to look after themselves."
Miranda Vann was in her mid-thirties, and seriously fit, so that
her age was immaterial. Two or three of her younger girl pupils
grinned, knowingly. "I'll show you one evening, Tom, if you like."
   Duggall was unnerved by her confident grin, and began to ponder
on what wonders of physique and toning might lurk beneath his
colleague's loose tracksuit.

   Richard looked up from the mat, again decked by a very high hip
toss which had sent him somersaulting. Marie stood unmoved, hands
on hips. "Look, Marie," he pleaded, "I obviously got it all wrong.
Why don't we end this charade and I'll call round sometime?" He
struggled to his feet.
   "All right, call me," agreed the girl; "but this match
continues. For a long time, you were well aware that I liked you,
but deliberately made fun of me, encouraging Ted to pick on me
and flaunting your older girlfriends. You never cared how much I
might be hurt. I still have a score to settle." With that, she
brought her knee up -- not hard, but enough to double him over.
She followed up with her other knee to the side of his face, this
time enough to stun him but avoiding marking him up. Her right
arm snaked around his neck and she turned in towards him, so that
he was lying across her back. She took his right leg with her
other arm and raised him off the ground.

   Mr Duggall saw his star ex-pupil, staring at the lights and
unable to respond, suspended across the girl's back above her taut
blue briefs. Her good legs were firmly planted, and he found the
overall effect mildly erotic. This was a schoolyard technique, a
hold applied by a child who has total mastery over another.

   "Remember this one, Richard?" Marie asked through clenched teeth.
"You used to laugh when Ted did this to me.” As Richard's weight
overcame her limited strength, Marie simply dropped backwards,
landing on her former idol and knocking the remaining fight out
of him.

   "Boys, I think we'll practice on the field," ordered Mr Duggall,
and led his class away from the symbolic emasculation taking place
on the mat.
   Having unlocked the doors, Coyle attempted to slink away with
them. "Keys, please, Mr Coyle," rattled Amanda; and, as the
scruffy, shorter man surrendered his master set, added: "I've got
your number, too."

   As he was rolled easily on to his back, Richard knew what was
about to happen but could do nothing to prevent it. He looked
upwards in time to see Marie's excellent rear lowering itself
on to his face. Her knees, in turn, held his upper arms to the mat
and, with them, his shoulders. He genuinely tried two or three times
to twist free, but to no avail. When he raised his legs as though
to prise the girl off him, it was effectively in supplication as
she casually took an ankle under each arm and locked him into place,
completing his predicament.
   The aggressors began to count -- loudly, slowly and in unison,
in the mocking way that some girls can, and they easily passed
three. Richard was further appalled to hear Ms Vann's younger
girls join in with the chant. It was now clear that the girls'
team had been rightly confident that they could pin all three
young men at the same time for the allotted ten-count. Richard
was humbled by the realisation that his once-respected trio had
been rendered helpless, trussed like turkeys in full view of an
audience, by younger girls whom they ought to have been able to
overcome.
   Of the three boys, Charles remained most indignant about having
been bettered. At the outset, he would have dismissed Ruth as the
least capable of the girls. Yet she held him with little difficulty
in a seemingly inescapable hold.
   Adrian peered upwards at Kristine's majestic back. She had
devastated Charles and had laid Ade out. Her dominion was total, he
mused; but she seemed to answer this unspoken tribute by edging
further back on him, removing his final trace of dignity by
obliterating his face from view beneath her.
   Marie released Richard's legs, but did not stop counting. She
reached down and lifted his head slightly from the mat, enough to
cross her ankles beneath his head so that her feet formed a pillow
for what was to follow. Leaving her hands in place on either side
of his face, she arched backwards, leaning so that her head and
shoulders touched the floor behind her and her glorious backside
covered his face.
   Richard's head was now encased, with no chance of escape. He
could breathe, but reduced oxygen heightened a sense of euphoria.
The chants of the girls, counting far beyond ten, seemed far away;
but he no longer cared. He had begun to re-think his preferences,
based upon feelings which had always been present, but mostly
subliminal until this ordeal. The texture of Marie's briefs
caressed his face. A scent of fabric conditioner mingled with a
popular perfume.
   A girl whom he had once regarded as negligible had totally turned
the tables on him. He was now in another place and, for the first
time in a long time, he felt secure. He thrilled to the idea that,
despite her new-found superiority, this superb girl had still
agreed to date him; and that there would be other times with
Marie. She could totally own him if she wanted to; and at this
moment, she did.

   Richard heard the door being locked from the other side as
Marie sat upright again, seemingly much later. She was still
counting. Someone had switched off the lights, and Richard sensed
that the others had all left. Marie remained seated on her captive,
but leaned forward. She would determine when this one was over.
He was suddenly swirled into a pool of delight, as Marie's count
soared past two hundred in the darkness...